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arrow vibrated in the wall by Lias's head.
It was three in the morning. Sergeant Colon and Corporal Nobbs were reaching the conclusion that anyone who intended to invade Ankh‑Morpork probably wasn't going to do so now. And there was a good fire back in the watch house.'ER . . . GOOD EVENING.'
The guards watched the horse walk out of sight.
'Some poor bugger's in for it, then,' said Sergeant Colon.
'He's dedicated, you got to admit it,' said Nobby. 'Out at all hours. Always got time for people.'
'Yeah.'
The guards stared into the velvety dark. Something not quite right, thought Sergeant Colon.
'What's his first name?' said Nobby.'We could leave a note,' said Nobby, blowing on his fingers. 'You know? Come back tomorrow, sort of thing?'He looked up. A solitary horse was walking under the gate arch. A white horse, with a sombre, black‑clad rider.There was no question of 'Halt, who goes there?' The night watch walked the streets at strange hours and had become accustomed to seeing things not generally seen by mortal men.Sergeant Colon touched his helmet respectfully.''Evenin', your lordship,' he said.